Tarry (v.) // linger, stay, remain, pause, (a)bide, wait, dawdle.
Stuck (v.) // remain, stay, linger, dwell, persist, continue, last, endure, burn.
Are these two words different?
I feel an intrinsic draw to the idea of tarryness. It feels holy, intentional, strong. Yet stuckness exposes my fear of being trapped, claustrophobic, static, boring, afraid.
How do two words that are so similar on paper tell such different stories, and in a way that reveals so much about myself?
I’m convinced this is because of the images that my teachers, mentors, and the media have embedded into the fabric of these words. Because of the different realities that they evoke in my imagination. Because of the invisible, yet powerful threads that weave these words into their own distinctive narratives.
Here’s another small example of the power words have to create and shape our stories. I don’t think it’s too crazy to say that we quite literally live inside the words that we speak.